Posting of Aug 28th's Live Event Vendetta The Nightmare

The grudge sat two years old and raw. Vendetta and Syd Blakovich squared off again for the Summer Vengeance title, the scoreline still a fresh scar from their first war. They went at each other like the clock owed them blood. Bodies slammed, limbs twisted, breath tore ragged. Every scramble counted double. In the final seconds the lead flipped again, one point, one heartbeat, one champion. Blonde hair matted with sweat, brunette muscles locked and quaking, they settled it in the dirt. Anal holds forced the count, raw power decided it. The season burned out on that mat and left only the winner standing.